I guess I'll just come right out and say it.
She's going back to her ex-boyfriend. The one I call AssholeDave. The one she used to call AssholeDave.
I am, of course, a little sad. That one thing that I've never been able to say to her - he says it so often that it's lost all meaning. If it ever had any.
This feels like about the millionth time we've broken up, even though there was really just the one time almost a year ago.
This time it doesn't really feel real, so this time it probably is.